Know what I could happily eat every single day?
I adore them. And aside from a quality cheesesteak, Philly soft pretzels are what I miss most about living in a South Jersey suburb of Philadelphia. Every time my mom and I would go to the mall, we’d get a “braid” pretzel to share.
The result? Every single time I hit the mall, I’m salivating for a pretz.
NO, not an Auntie Ann’s pretzel. Those are cheap knockoffs. And they don’t compare.
In fact, after the Shamrock Half Marathon last Sunday, I saw some chick holding a soft pretzel. I closelined her and asked her excitedly if they were giving them out at the post-race party. She laughed and told me that no, she had brought it.
And I’ve been thinking about that soft pretz ever since.
That’s a long time to lust after a pile of salty carbs. But really, I never said my palate was reasonable.
Guess what I’m doing today?
I’m hoping my shin splints and toesie issues are a product of badly needing some new running shoes. I’ve always been an Asics girl for my skinny feet and neutral stride since I started high school track, but I’m gonna go see what the guys at Running, Etc. think about that. Yay for new shoes!
And what am I gonna do with those new shoes?
Run with a Norfolk Running Club… yaaay! I’m putting complete faith in Rob that these guys run a reasonable pace and won’t leave me and my busted toes in the dust.
First Marathon Woes
So, Anastasia, a.k.a my running twin and the reason I even run half marathons, has always dreamt of running the Marine Corps Marathon. We decided it made sense to make THIS our first marathon rather than the Shamrock next year so her family can be a part of the race.
The only problem? The race is full.
In order to race this marathon, I would need to sign up with a charity and raise the money to earn my bib. Although this is a fantastic goal and an amazing opportunity, I’m feeling a little overwhelmed. $750 is a LOT of money to try and raise, and I’m not feeling like it’s a realistic goal. I’d feel like a deadbeat asking people for money for me to run my first marathon, especially since my family and friends helped me raise money for my first half marathon back when I was a poor, starving college student.
I feel like it’s now or never when it comes to my first marathon, and I’m not sure I’d do it without my running buddy. Any words of wisdom from you marathon veterans?
What food do you crave from your childhood/hometown?
Are any of you Asics lovers out there converts to another shoe brand?